March 3, 2023

I seek the remembrance of a life once lived

the overwhelming feeling of despair as one ages

without a desire to give others your feeling of loss,

which is better a prepared fool that believes in

someone who forgives the lies one participated in, 

the taking away of some ones property for profit

or the angry boy growing up to be an angry man

blaming others for his inability to be open with ideas

that could have guided his awareness of caring for

families living in squalor, making friends that seek

another's trust that became your freedom to be yourself

with open eyes knowing that a liberation is coming and

wealth must be brought to justice in the wars they create and the

brutal treatment of cultures that have a right to their own lives

 

 

 

 

February 28, 2023

comprehensive disaster

man made delusion of

selfish lies, for the destruction

of our world has moved

forward at an impossible speed

to change the flow of wealth's

greed, there is no beginning 

now, once there was hope we

felt the beauty of the land

without destroying this spec

of dust, this mother earth,

they own us as our lords of 

today stripping the people of 

their independence, the profits

they steal for their greed only, 

their eyes hollow without depth

for they only think of themselves

as masters of this universe for 

an invisible god allows them to 

rape, murder and exploit innocence

 

under the table hidden lies for

the profits they receive gives them

a big chest, a big mouth and a lost

hope that this planet will survive

their evil natures, while the people

suffer and die without food, crops

dried, wealth buying their land to 

perform their nasty ways abandoning

all little people that are meaningless

and only present for exploitation  

 

while yachts have parties to enjoy 

their feasts of taking what is not

theirs to begin with and destroying

lands around the world for just 

one thing money, these criminal 

minds love their hourly deposits

in off shore accounts while children 

starve, land is stolen, and every once 

in a blue moon these oligarchs of

sinful nature turn a different reality

turning wise, loving men and women

just ordinary families enjoying giving

death to the populace, soundless the 

grace of mother earth, and lets not forget

their delusions of grandeur, these criminal

vices taking innocence for their pleasures

destroying lives, taking from the people

their own truths and making them fit 

nicely into work crews getting pennies 

on the dollar as more wars blossom

and more ego's blossom into the darkness

of evil demanding we worship these animals

of power that murder for pleasure owned by 

the rich that paid their lackies a pretty penny 

 

 February 25, 2023

we live as one trapped by those of powerful greed

that rule this mother earth for profit, money collected

from the poor and the middle class breaking apart,

broken hearts, minds once promising now discarded

slaves to the oligarchs that steal our income on a

daily basis, leaving us peasants losing ground breaking

apart as the one percent gain more and more property

by buying farmers lands that have been destroyed

by earths changing patterns as fires burn, tsunami 

creating havoc as climate warms disasters gain

 

momentum and migrations grow in numbers as people

flee countries as families realize that they must leave to 

survive the corruption of wealth stealing ones life now 

looking for a place they can live without being afraid,

our planet has been corrupted and destroyed by 

criminal greed, tearing away at our earthly soil for

more and more profits of destruction for oil is their

addiction as money interests of uncaring ego's sip their

wine without remorse for the rich ignore the truth and the

child's screams of pain, the murdering of innocent human

 

beings by their deadly actions just for a little more

profits, these little minds have one purpose to be the

new gods of hell's growing purpose here on this little

spec of dust as earth fights back by destroying mankind

for their lack of empathy and love for mother earth and

themselves

 

February 18, 2023

 

childhood laughter your release from being

stuck good or bad in a catholic school where

wooden paddles burnt your bare bottom

 

why is a question that most people can't

truly answer as truth, or lies, for each of us 

have lost our own experiences that once

 

had shaped our minds to believe in ourselves

but now we have been indoctrinated as we

grew up to believe in the words of lying

 

ego's looking for profits instead of helping 

human beings with independent ideas rather than

words that instill in us a behavior of intense hate

 

which creates barriers to our future hopes,

our future lives put on hold to bow to wealth

and leave behind our truths, our own ideas

 

as this planet spins out of control with

irrational thoughts producing more and 

more violence and human death for power

 

we need more than just a physical presence

undermining our hopes for a better future

we must press forward extending a helping

 

hand to those in dyer straits, all of us, for

just a colorful smile can relieve one of the

extensive brutality of those without morals

 

or a common grouping of men expressing

hate toward other human beings without 

opening their hearts toward their futures

 

February 16, 2023

 

the polluted minds growing more aggressive 

seeking a display of pain in the dissection of 

ones freedom as your openness and vocal 

despair begins a society growing violent and

attacking those human's that don't belong,

that have invaded our lands and taken our 

cross and our jobs away but underneath these

human facades lurk a truth that is never visible

for these men, women and children have been

bought and sold into these dying states with

born again lies, as anger braces itself in a new

shallow hope but really it is a trick, a meaningful

caring smile toward those of different colored

skin and without a means of escape the racists

attack innocent human beings as if they were

animals without minds of their own faith, with

expressions of pain and loneliness earning peanuts 

for their 16 hour days as their lives get twisted and

abused, crumbling in desperation and hopelessness 

as the climate breaks apart our lives and destroys 

crops, lakes, rivers, homes, cities as violence spreads 

across the world in a reality that believes in a god that 

doesn't exist, a god that gives pain to his creations

without an ounce of sympathy for those starving

 

 February 4, 2023

the ritual of a life's preposterous joy at the wealth's wonderful mansions, acres of property and armed guards to protect their devilish deeds, destroying lives for profit, their god is money earned by insider trading, words that flow into the ears of the rich and their accountants know the underhanded scams created by their master's, these men and women demanding nature's care, making sure that beauty in nature resides around their massive properties with mother nature blossoming under the wonderful warm sunlight for these aggressive oligarchs seek or should I say demand that all seek to be complacent and anticipate the needs of their masters, for the 1% own human beings only for one goal, to do their dirty work for them and always make a killing when loaning cash to the little people, their servants work like devils to get paid a decent, meaningful amount yet limited by their stingy circus owners never wanting to give any cash to anyone but themselves, not even these men and women living in poverty, for the wealthy believe they worked hard to create their self worth, billions of dollars made off the backs of the working class making sure these men of selfish greed undermine the workers efforts to climb up the ladder of success by being paid a good salary for their effort in a reality out of touch with empathy for the masses

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

January 25, 2023

Waiting

the simplicity of thoughts can change your future, a yearning, deception, forbidden, remember to sing loudly

in churches silent stillness, your faith has given it’s true worth, nightmare’s always end in alley ways, in the homes of the

desperate asking god to save their poor souls from more laws of avarice, wicked gifts of golden vice, resenting the

mourners accusation of treacherous acts of violence toward innocent blood, depleting of our natural resources in the hearts distress

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of slavish desire, thoughtless and guiltless, the simplicity of taking from others for themselves, abuse of god’s single virtue, his truth,

his cross to bare, his path, a glorious tortured liberation, his fellow martyrs rise and parade to the alter for communion as they taste

his flesh and blood, in guilt they breath stale air in his presence above the alter of worship, his sacrifice worth the pain of time

now he is sacrificed daily with prayers demanding a sanctified life without guilt, as the priests have a compulsive need to be

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our god in their presence, for sins overwhelming his sincerity of forgiveness for we are washed of our sins for we are our

sins and jesus was just a man sacrificing himself so his earthly father would see his true presence, a wish to die in his presence

as ancient gods, slumbering truth, powerless humans hesitant, seeking trust, a vanishing memento, our deceit in the

fear not in the awareness of our sinful necessity for violence, duplicity of thoughts perpetuating their vistas of grandeur

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retreat from the confrontation of the senses in burrowing, faithless, shallow defecation, as duty hides in the void of silent

despair, becoming other than this grouping of external chaos accepting devilish aggression as god’s will, the hunger for his

love hinges on the dutiful act of blindness towards innocence deflecting the inkling of truth that wants to rise but driven

deeper into the void of ego’s desperate deception, giving the faithful a touching of the flesh and evils youthful disguise,

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his single purpose, to see the worshipers consumed by madness, for his son’s dutiful presence, oh how we suffer before leaving

paradise, we hide under the illusion of tearful retribution giving credence to the power of suggestion, destroying the undercurrent

of our will, they are sightless in their glorious lust, these men of distractions, their lies whisper a coming messiah, the end

follows a nurturing disguise, in hate of oneself we seek to be fodder, a sacrificial lamb, waiting patiently to take our master and

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eat his flesh and raise the challis of his blood to the gods of hate, please be seated the glorious mass will soon start let us pray oh god, your silence deafening without cause as we slip into oblivion

 

January 20, 2023

listen to the aggressive nature

of our existing realization that 

we are doomed and left alone

to fight our battles in life as human

nature moves beyond recognition

as people begin understanding that 

when we turn on each other, as the 

oligarchs demand, splitting up our

youthful understanding, as hate grows

and anger builds we try and run from 

our future's desolation as mother 

nature seeks to give back to the wealth's

greed and brings forth an unbelievable

mastery over man's last days on this

dying planet, once a paradise now

destroyed by greed from the masters 

of deceit, claiming it was all for the people

 

religion is a sacrifice of your life that

hinders you from exploring the infinite

revelations that are waiting for your

discovery, the reality we live and the

hopes we share are abandoned now

in the vice of powerful thieves, you will

not break down the oligarchs exterior

facade coated with praise and prayer 

for the people's salvation, but the truth

is that these high an mighty crooks are

born to exploit the reality of human 

nature by instilling fear in the minds

of the worker, some climb up to a role

of ego power, brown noising the riches

ass for underneath their coated egotistical

desire for power,they too are only pawns 

owned by the 1%, 

church is a symbol of our holy invisible

savior that was crucified on a wooden

cross for his words of faith, our narrow

vision coming forth to hinder our minds

in a realization that what we wanted to 

be in growing up was the same as our 

holy father expressing our openness, 

allowing our ideas to come to fruition,

our hopes, our possibilities to be 

expressed without feeling other ideas

becoming our holy execution for god is

a sinner, a father that abandoned his flock, 

the devil, a violent ghost trying to undermine

gods/christ true nature, just a man in a book,

 

or novel, that just happened to be made

in the likes of early holy men and women 

willing to murder or sacrifice those non-

believers that tried to undermine the 

elites of vice, their ability to placate the

people with a book that only represents

a man trying to bring mankind together

but instead the kings and queens wanted

to placate the people so they too will follow like

like pavlovs dog shitting in their own food

 

 

 

 

January 11, 2023

the alteration of ones mind in time

creating a direct means of escape

where one wants, demands to

seek his truth rarely fulfilled

by voices passivity of inaction        

not understood, for each moment

in our lives has infinite possibilities as

we try seeking answers in our physical

façade as it becomes madness for

who we are and what will be is

a mixture of doubt and the realization

of ones future and your intuitive

expression that this reality is an

existence that one needs to flow

into, your world of possibilities

moving forward toward originality 

 

 

January 3, 2023

Photography is no longer an art form, no longer a deep feeling of independence. Once upon a time in our past individuality photographers had their own special expressions created through a film based reality. The waiting for your images being processed was always nerve wracking, did I find the right lighting for the beauty before me, was the sunset or sunrise bold enough to get your composition as you move around the scene before you finally start setting up your tripod seeing the wonderful landscape developing as the sunlight overwhelms your senses with the beauty of mother earth awakening warm morning light that highlighted a calm water and the reflection of Mount Pilchuck along with evergreen trees surrounding the small lake as mother nature opens your mind and your intuitive force that gave you a special moment, your inner perception of a scene being created before you.

What we had in our photography youth was more than just a run and gun force of shooting everything for we trusted our editors. We didn't just snap pics and then just move on, but analyzed the landscape to connect our inner vision with nature and move through the beauty of the scene, we stopped and observed the scene before us and then dived into the scene as if we were on an expedition, sinking deeper into the beauty in front of us ignored by those in a hurry without depth of feeling and respect for the beautiful reality blossoming in front of all of us but you ignored the scene not ready to pause and study the landscape before your mother earth.

Getting a camera is exciting but the camera can’t create great images unless you are mentally and physically present seeking scenes that you can feel and be part of as you stand alone in dynamic beauty as the sunset light begins opening a mental realization that you are in the heart of creation, present in awe!

Everyone is a photographer and billions of images are created each second, hour, day on and on, each a conditioned response to a cliché that won’t give you the depth of enjoyment in realizing who you want to become and what attracts you to certain subjects.

Snapshots are photo copies of someone else's work and not your own vision of a scene or some person that brings a force to your inner revelations.

What is your response to a scene you saw in a magazine, what is your inner vision of how you would approach this subject and questions need to be sorted out for to not have some semblance of possibilities ready to explore within the landscape that is in front of you, that has potential as you observe the scene beginning to explode with colors and wonderful light.

There are moments in time we miss continuously because we are having a hard time focusing our attention on what is happening whether at sunset, sunrise or on the streets always be aware of your surroundings.

Just as we pass by an unusual scene that is just getting ready to blossom we must stop and have an inner vision of the potential before us.